To get me in the groove
Pick a number. I give you a piece of that story, or idea that I`ll probably not touch otherwise. I`m pretty sure most of you have done this before. I`ve been terribly lazy, and hopefully writing these will be either a spurr or an incentive. Little change for this one- some of the numbers come with a few options, so be sure to let me know which.
( Why so lazy, Swindleslog )
( Why so lazy, Swindleslog )
He'd just started to doze off when an unwelcome and familiar arm flopped over his waist. Swindle jabbed Vortex with his elbow when the airframe started to wriggle in and get comfortable.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Spooning."
"Get out."
Vortex continued to cling and threw a leg over Swindle's for good measure. "You let Blast Off do it."
"Only when I'm hammered, you half-wit."
"You're pretty drunk now."
"Not drunk enough." Ow. The smaller bot was not poking at his seams in any fashion he found appealing. He'd learned fast, unfortunately.
That was okay.
He'd planned for this.
Reaching for the floor with a sly smile, Vortex pulled up the ammunition- a flask of some of the highest grade fuel he could find at their last port. He waggled it suggestively- "I could make you drunk enough..."
Scoffing, Swindle twisted around and glared over his shoulder. "Vortex, you could fill me with enough fuel to power this ship, and I still wouldn't be drunk enough. Get out of my bed!"
"why are you so difficult?"
"OUT!"
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Easily. Swindle is pretty ballsy, and at this point in his life, hasn't been given much reason not to be. He finds Vortex creepy, and Swindle wants him to gtfo.
Plus, Swinle and Vortex are very much aware that if he did do anything horrible to Onslaught's new prize negotiator, he's mince meat.
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